Aix is inside, reading over herbs that can cause psychological issues if eaten or inhaled too much.
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Thorne is investigating the disappearance of an old woman from the town, gathering up witnesses who last saw her.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"...Understood." It simply replies, drifting over and sitting on a rock beside them, returning to its pondering.
She catches the stone, using it to polish her shield. "Thanks. I checked it out, though I haven't tried anything there yet. I'm still not super used to the idea of eating food made of monsters."
She sits down next to them, fidgeting with her hands, “Sweetheart, when I tell ya somethin’, don’t think ya have ta follow it, if ya feel that ya shouldn’t have ta listen, don’t.”
“It’s just the circle of life, after all, we don’t want to waste anything that they’ve made, every part of the monster is good for something, and we don’t kill just for the sake of killing something.”
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
She reaches out a hand for them to take, looking empathetically at them "Don't feel bad fer what the Seer did, ya ain't her, an' the fact yer tryin' is already good enough."
"I'm happy you're putting in the effort of trying new things, some people never try new things and die the same as they were. I'm happy to be the one to help, and I'll always be by your side if you ever need me." He takes out his great sword, beginning to polish it himself, humming the monster hunter theme as he does so.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Aix is inside, reading over herbs that can cause psychological issues if eaten or inhaled too much.
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Thorne is investigating the disappearance of an old woman from the town, gathering up witnesses who last saw her.
Porter watches, tired and smoking as usual. His hands are in his pockets and his hammers hang from his apron strap.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
She reaches out a hand for them to take, looking empathetically at them "Don't feel bad fer what the Seer did, ya ain't her, an' the fact yer tryin' is already good enough."
"I'm happy you're putting in the effort of trying new things, some people never try new things and die the same as they were. I'm happy to be the one to help, and I'll always be by your side if you ever need me." He takes out his great sword, beginning to polish it himself, humming the monster hunter theme as he does so.
It hesitates, before moving its hand slightly away from her, looking a bit away, not quite willing to forgive itself yet. "...I allowed her to do those things... to become what she became... I want to make things right..."
"Thank you, Thorfinn. I won't hesitate to let you know if I need help with something." She says, cleaning some dried blood off the point of her lance.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
She reaches out a hand for them to take, looking empathetically at them "Don't feel bad fer what the Seer did, ya ain't her, an' the fact yer tryin' is already good enough."
"I'm happy you're putting in the effort of trying new things, some people never try new things and die the same as they were. I'm happy to be the one to help, and I'll always be by your side if you ever need me." He takes out his great sword, beginning to polish it himself, humming the monster hunter theme as he does so.
It hesitates, before moving its hand slightly away from her, looking a bit away, not quite willing to forgive itself yet. "...I allowed her to do those things... to become what she became... I want to make things right..."
"Thank you, Thorfinn. I won't hesitate to let you know if I need help with something." She says, cleaning some dried blood off the point of her lance.
She takes their hand, rubbing it softly with her thumb “Well, even if ya blame yerself fer all o’ that, yer makin’ it all up now by bein’ a part o’ this family. I know yer worried that I might not be okay, but I promise you, I ain’t gonna die.”
He chuckles as he puts away his blade, putting the heavy steel on his back, “The best way to get dried blood off is with salt and some water, trust me.” He begins to do some stretches, groaning a bit.
Aix is inside, reading over herbs that can cause psychological issues if eaten or inhaled too much.
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Thorne is investigating the disappearance of an old woman from the town, gathering up witnesses who last saw her.
Porter watches, tired and smoking as usual. His hands are in his pockets and his hammers hang from his apron strap.
Thorne finishes up with one of the witnesses who saw the woman going with a younger woman out to the woods. He writes it down in his notepad and thanks them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Eithan politely knocks on the door outside of the butcher shop, though he doesn’t come inside. He’s holding what appears to be apology gift basket, an apologetic look on his face.
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Eithan politely knocks on the door outside of the butcher shop, though he doesn’t come inside. He’s holding what appears to be apology gift basket, an apologetic look on his face.
She peeks out and walks over, opening the door "What is wrong?" She asks, tilting her head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
She reaches out a hand for them to take, looking empathetically at them "Don't feel bad fer what the Seer did, ya ain't her, an' the fact yer tryin' is already good enough."
"I'm happy you're putting in the effort of trying new things, some people never try new things and die the same as they were. I'm happy to be the one to help, and I'll always be by your side if you ever need me." He takes out his great sword, beginning to polish it himself, humming the monster hunter theme as he does so.
It hesitates, before moving its hand slightly away from her, looking a bit away, not quite willing to forgive itself yet. "...I allowed her to do those things... to become what she became... I want to make things right..."
"Thank you, Thorfinn. I won't hesitate to let you know if I need help with something." She says, cleaning some dried blood off the point of her lance.
She takes their hand, rubbing it softly with her thumb “Well, even if ya blame yerself fer all o’ that, yer makin’ it all up now by bein’ a part o’ this family. I know yer worried that I might not be okay, but I promise you, I ain’t gonna die.”
He chuckles as he puts away his blade, putting the heavy steel on his back, “The best way to get dried blood off is with salt and some water, trust me.” He begins to do some stretches, groaning a bit.
It looks back over at them. "...That is good... I... I am sorry for what happened... to the forest... to her... to Omori... to you..."
She thinks for a second, before trying the suggested technique- sure enough, it works. "How long have you been a monster hunter?" She asks.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Eithan politely knocks on the door outside of the butcher shop, though he doesn’t come inside. He’s holding what appears to be apology gift basket, an apologetic look on his face.
She peeks out and walks over, opening the door "What is wrong?" She asks, tilting her head.
He hands them the basket, bowing deeply out of respect “I apologize for the first impression I provided, and the fear I instilled into you when it happened, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
Porter watches, tired and smoking as usual. His hands are in his pockets and his hammers hang from his apron strap.
Thorne finishes up with one of the witnesses who saw the woman going with a younger woman out to the woods. He writes it down in his notepad and thanks them.
"Hey. Got something for ya." He walks over, a Polaroid photo in hand. "Animals probably got to it by now, but I can bring you to the spot if you think you'll find something." It's a photo of a bloody human jaw lying in the grass with a pair of dentures on it. "Didn't wanna touch anything that could help catch the killer."
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
She reaches out a hand for them to take, looking empathetically at them "Don't feel bad fer what the Seer did, ya ain't her, an' the fact yer tryin' is already good enough."
"I'm happy you're putting in the effort of trying new things, some people never try new things and die the same as they were. I'm happy to be the one to help, and I'll always be by your side if you ever need me." He takes out his great sword, beginning to polish it himself, humming the monster hunter theme as he does so.
It hesitates, before moving its hand slightly away from her, looking a bit away, not quite willing to forgive itself yet. "...I allowed her to do those things... to become what she became... I want to make things right..."
"Thank you, Thorfinn. I won't hesitate to let you know if I need help with something." She says, cleaning some dried blood off the point of her lance.
She takes their hand, rubbing it softly with her thumb “Well, even if ya blame yerself fer all o’ that, yer makin’ it all up now by bein’ a part o’ this family. I know yer worried that I might not be okay, but I promise you, I ain’t gonna die.”
He chuckles as he puts away his blade, putting the heavy steel on his back, “The best way to get dried blood off is with salt and some water, trust me.” He begins to do some stretches, groaning a bit.
It looks back over at them. "...That is good... I... I am sorry for what happened... to the forest... to her... to Omori... to you..."
She thinks for a second, before trying the suggested technique- sure enough, it works. "How long have you been a monster hunter?" She asks.
“It ain’t nothin’ to nobody now, I forgive ya fer what ya did, anybody would’ve done it with as evil an influence as ya had on ya. Omori will learn ta forgive ya, long as ya keep on the straight and narrow.”
“20 years, started when I was twelve back when my uncle Rag used to teach me how. Got my license ten years ago, and my uncle started when he was 16.” He says, smiling back at them.
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Porter is maintaining his skill with his hammers, striking a dummy repeatedly as the bludgeons arc through the air, his hands barely touching them. Sparks of radiance splash out whenever he hits with particular fervor.
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Eithan politely knocks on the door outside of the butcher shop, though he doesn’t come inside. He’s holding what appears to be apology gift basket, an apologetic look on his face.
She peeks out and walks over, opening the door "What is wrong?" She asks, tilting her head.
He hands them the basket, bowing deeply out of respect “I apologize for the first impression I provided, and the fear I instilled into you when it happened, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
"I didn't feel fear.. well, a little, but it's nothing bad, it's fine." She tilts her head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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*Do either of you want to RP? Or perhaps battle with Porter? He's level 4, but he's got a decently strong build.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Aix is inside, reading over herbs that can cause psychological issues if eaten or inhaled too much.
Misha is in her shop, nervously skinning the old woman she killed earlier. She is shaking like a leaf, clutching a cross she made of wood in her hand as she works.
Thorne is investigating the disappearance of an old woman from the town, gathering up witnesses who last saw her.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Understood." It repeats. "...I just... am trying my best to be... better... to make amends..." It adds, a hint of shame in its voice.
"I understand that... I guess I was just a little hesitant to explore that new unknown." She responds, moving to polishing the Gunlance. "It's something I'm getting better at- trying new things, I mean. If it weren't for someone like you suggesting it, I'd probably still be digging graves back at Lord's Rest."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I only heard one of those things, and I wouldn't believe you ate babies." He says, ice cracking under his teeth.
"No, its perfectly fine. I had a son once before, but that was without you." He hugs them back, smiling "Maybe some day in the future, hopefully."
He nods, beginning to wrap them up, looking back to them "Thank you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She reaches out a hand for them to take, looking empathetically at them "Don't feel bad fer what the Seer did, ya ain't her, an' the fact yer tryin' is already good enough."
"I'm happy you're putting in the effort of trying new things, some people never try new things and die the same as they were. I'm happy to be the one to help, and I'll always be by your side if you ever need me." He takes out his great sword, beginning to polish it himself, humming the monster hunter theme as he does so.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He chuckles, putting his cup down, leaning back and pulling out his bango "Mind if I play?"
"Don't worry, he was adopted, though I loved him as if he were my own." He thinks for a moment before nodding "A marriage might be nice."
"What may I call you? Simply time or do you want something more respectful?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Porter watches, tired and smoking as usual. His hands are in his pockets and his hammers hang from his apron strap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It hesitates, before moving its hand slightly away from her, looking a bit away, not quite willing to forgive itself yet. "...I allowed her to do those things... to become what she became... I want to make things right..."
"Thank you, Thorfinn. I won't hesitate to let you know if I need help with something." She says, cleaning some dried blood off the point of her lance.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She takes their hand, rubbing it softly with her thumb “Well, even if ya blame yerself fer all o’ that, yer makin’ it all up now by bein’ a part o’ this family. I know yer worried that I might not be okay, but I promise you, I ain’t gonna die.”
He chuckles as he puts away his blade, putting the heavy steel on his back, “The best way to get dried blood off is with salt and some water, trust me.” He begins to do some stretches, groaning a bit.
Thorne finishes up with one of the witnesses who saw the woman going with a younger woman out to the woods. He writes it down in his notepad and thanks them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hi Wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Eithan politely knocks on the door outside of the butcher shop, though he doesn’t come inside. He’s holding what appears to be apology gift basket, an apologetic look on his face.
She peeks out and walks over, opening the door "What is wrong?" She asks, tilting her head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It looks back over at them. "...That is good... I... I am sorry for what happened... to the forest... to her... to Omori... to you..."
She thinks for a second, before trying the suggested technique- sure enough, it works. "How long have you been a monster hunter?" She asks.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He hands them the basket, bowing deeply out of respect “I apologize for the first impression I provided, and the fear I instilled into you when it happened, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
"Hey. Got something for ya." He walks over, a Polaroid photo in hand. "Animals probably got to it by now, but I can bring you to the spot if you think you'll find something." It's a photo of a bloody human jaw lying in the grass with a pair of dentures on it. "Didn't wanna touch anything that could help catch the killer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It ain’t nothin’ to nobody now, I forgive ya fer what ya did, anybody would’ve done it with as evil an influence as ya had on ya. Omori will learn ta forgive ya, long as ya keep on the straight and narrow.”
“20 years, started when I was twelve back when my uncle Rag used to teach me how. Got my license ten years ago, and my uncle started when he was 16.” He says, smiling back at them.
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Porter is maintaining his skill with his hammers, striking a dummy repeatedly as the bludgeons arc through the air, his hands barely touching them. Sparks of radiance splash out whenever he hits with particular fervor.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
Attack: 10 Damage: 6
Attack: 15 Damage: 5
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I didn't feel fear.. well, a little, but it's nothing bad, it's fine." She tilts her head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]